1

O Lord, my hope and confidence

is plac’d in thee alone;

Then let thy servant never be

put to confusion.

2

And let me, in thy righteousness,

from thee deliv’rance have;

Cause me escape, incline thine ear

unto me, and me save.

3

Be thou my dwelling-rock, to which

I ever may resort:

Thou gav’st commandment me to save,

for thou’rt my rock and fort.

4

Free me, my God, from wicked hands,

hands cruel and unjust:

5

For thou, O Lord God, art my hope,

and from my youth my trust.

6

Thou from the womb didst hold me up;

thou art the same that me

Out of my mother’s bowels took;

I ever will praise thee.

7

To many I a wonder am;

but thou ’rt my refuge strong.

8

Fill’d let my mouth be with thy praise

and honour all day long.

9

O do not cast me off, when as

old age doth overtake me;

And when my strength decayed is,

then do not thou forsake me.

10

For those that are mine enemies

against me speak with hate;

And they together counsel take

that for my soul lay wait.

11

They said, God leaves him; him pursue

and take: none will him save.

12

Be thou not far from me, my God:

thy speedy help I crave.

13

Confound, consume them, that unto

my soul are enemies:

Cloth’d be they with reproach and shame

that do my hurt devise.

14

But I with expectation

will hope continually;

And yet with praises more and more

I will thee magnify.

15

Thy justice and salvation

my mouth abroad shall shew,

Ev’n all the day; for I thereof

the numbers do not know.

16

And I will constantly go on

in strength of God the Lord;

And thine own righteousness, ev’n thine

alone, I will record.

17

For even from my youth, O God,

by thee I have been taught;

And hitherto I have declar’d

the wonders thou hast wrought.

18

And now, Lord, leave me not, when I

old and gray-headed grow:

Till to this age thy strength and pow’r

to all to come I show.

19

And thy most perfect righteousness

O Lord, is very high,

Who hast so great things done: O God,

who is like unto thee?

20

Thou, Lord, who great adversities,

and sore, to me didst shew,

Shalt quicken, and bring me again

from depths of earth below.

21

My greatness and my pow’r thou wilt

increase, and far extend:

On ev’ry side against all grief

thou wilt me comfort send.

22

Thee, ev’n thy truth, I’ll also praise,

my God, with psaltery:

Thou Holy One of Israel,

with harp I’ll sing to thee.

23

My lips shall much rejoice in thee,

when I thy praises sound;

My soul, which thou redeemed hast,

in joy shall much abound.

24

My tongue thy justice shall proclaim,

continuing all day long;

For they confounded are, and sham’d,

that seek to do me wrong.